Just For A Day

Where We Begin

30th of October 2014

"Gwenny!" A sudden voice of a guy jerked my head up to see a chesnut haired teenage guy approaching me.

"Hey, Tris!" I stood up instantly.

Before I could say something, he hooked his arm around my neck and began to mess my hair up.

"I told you to wait inside!" He said through his gritted teeth.

I tried my best to get myself out of his arm and when I did, I glared at him right away.

"What's wrong with waiting outside?" I questioned, looking daggers at him.

"It's dangerous. A girl shouldn't be waiting outside especially at night," Tristan said. "I don't want my girl to catch a cold," he muttered.

And I just rolled my eyes as he smiled at me.

He'd always been flirtratious. Quite frankly, I kind of too.

We both were friends since 7th grade and we even formed a secret group chat with my other friends as well. Before I knew him, he used to be an innocent-like guy, anti-social and a crazy gamer. But now, he'd changed. Not fully but just half of himself.

"Now, let's go!" Tristan dragged me to his Ford four-wheel drive vehicle which I believed own by his brother.

Although, he didn't have any license but at least, he knew how to drive carefully.

He opened the door to the passenger seat for me to get in and closed it as well before he went to the other side of the car and hopped into the driver seat next to me.

Tristan asked me- no, no, no. More like forcing me to come to the party around his neighbourhood since he wanted to have a companion.

I mean, why did he suddenly want me to accompany him when he actually had his friends coming over to that party he mentioned about?

"Hey, Gwenny. Can you pick a song for me?" He asked and gave me his phone before firing up the ignition.

I looked through his playlist and all I could see was Christina Perri's songs flooding his playlist. I gave him the are you serious? look and raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" I said.

"What?" He chuckled, keeping his eyes focus on the road. "She's my wife, remember?"

"O...kay," I didn't buy it. "Unfortunately, I just know her for the song she wrote, A Thousand...Days?"

"Years," he corrected.

"Whatever," I replied.

"Hey, you must say it correctly! Say the name again," Tristan urged.

I frowned with a smile. "It's just a name!"

"I don't care," he sang. "Say it!"

"Fine," groans of irritation slipped out of my mouth. "A Thousand Years, happy?" I put an emphasis on the word he corrected for me just now.

"That's my babe," he beamed.

My brows furrowed to hear the sudden word of babe that came out of his mouth.

But, in some way, it made feel special and somewhat, happy.

He'd never called me that. Never he had ever called me that.

Which put me in a bit of awkward position.

"But don't tell anyone I call you that," Tristan glanced at me. "It's just between you and me, okay?"